Page 77 of Illicit Monster


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"On it," he declares and disappears.

I finish half my beer, and he returns with Maeve's wine.

"I'll take another," I tell him.

"Right away," he replies

I finish my beer, he hands me another, and Maeve finally reappears.

Her flushed face and nervous expression make my cock ache. She sits down and puts her fist on my lap. The navy lace from her thong sticks out.

I turn her hand right side up, ball the panties in my fist, and slide them into my coat pocket. Then I pick up her hand and inhale deeply, lowering the intensity of her egg.

"You're such a pervert," she accuses.

"Aye. How did it feel?"

More heat burns her cheeks.

I grunt. "I take it that it felt pretty good."

She takes her elbow and nudges me in the chest.

"Easy. You'll need all my body parts later," I tease, then open my sport coat and lean toward the pocket. I inhale deeply.

She groans and puts her hand over her face. "Why are ya so obsessed with my panties?"

My lips twitch. I answer, "Because they've been on your body and smell like ya."

"It's a weird fetish, isn't it?" she questions.

"Is it?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. I've never met anyone who's a panty thief before."

Amusement fills me. "Panty thief?"

"Yea."

I point out, "But I didn't steal them. Ya willingly gave them to me."

She rolls her eyes. "You're impossible."

I hit the remote to increase the speed.

"Jesus," she mutters, and squirms on the stool.

"Tell me the truth, lass. Ya think I'm the hottest lad you've ever seen, don't ya?"

She starts laughing hard. "Ya really are full of yourself, aren't ya?"

"Aye. And ya love that about me," I tease.

She shakes her head.

I warn, "Ya can't lie during truth or dare. So, tell the truth. Ya do think I'm the hottest lad you've ever seen. Don't ya?"

She squeezes her eyes shut, but her smile grows.

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